the jar of missed opportunities.

 i didn't even know it was possible for anybody to sleep so cute.

my first *three attempts at the Brenizer method! there are a couple of photos using this method in my previous post, try spotting them ;)

 the cutest little boy who said, "meow" when i took a photo of him :)

 i love having babies gripping tightly on my fingers

 yay, H&M is finally in Malaysia!!!

 she talking about her problems while i photographed the sunset and silhouettes 

the most awe-inspiring skies i've seen in so long.

i apologize for such huge amounts of photographs in one go! i can't help it and i really want to share these with all of you (some of the loveliest and most beautiful moments i've experienced lately).

and a poem!

The last time you came to see me

there were anchors in your eyes,

hardback books in your posture.

You were the five star general of sureness,

a crisp white tuxedo of a man.

I was fiddling with my worn coat pockets,

puffing false confidence ghosts in the cold January air.

My hands were shitty champagne flutes

brimming with cheap merlot.

I couldn’t touch you without ruining you,

so I didn’t touch you at all.

It’s when you’re on the brink of something

that you lose your balance.

You told me that once.

When I can’t bring myself to say what I need to,

my heart plays Russian Roulette with my throat.

I swear I fired that night, but, nothing.

Someday, I’ll show you the bullet I had for you,

after time has done the wash.

I’ll take it out of the jar of missed opportunities.

We’ll hold it up to the light.

You’ll roll it around your mouth like a fallen tooth.

You won’t forgive me exactly,

but we’ll laugh about how small it is.

We’ll wonder how such a little thing

could ever have meant so much.

— “All I Have To Say For Myself” by Mindy Nettifee